My father has always given me good advice: “Never mix business and emotion”;
“beauty is only skin deep. But ugly is to the bone”;
and, quite poignantly, “it doesn’t matter if you win or lose…. until you lose.”
Winning and losing is a big part of the world we live in. We are a nation obsessed with sport [...]
The band everclear always said that life would be wonderful. They lied.
Let’s face it, the ice caps are melting, the sub prime market means that people aren’t madly spending like they used to and Heidi and Spencer are classed as celebrities. Life is not wonderful.
I’ve always felt that someone saying to me “Just keep smiling, [...]
When I was little, I kept a diary. If I wanted to – and if I was organized – I could theoretically read about my thoughts as a twelve-year-old girl. Luckily, due to my ability to misplace everything – including my dignity – I will not be reading about my tween years any time soon. [...]
These are the days of our lives. We are the bold and the beautiful, the young and the restless. We are all having sex in the city, want an entourage and usually end up sitting on a one tree hill. I call the Gold Coast The G.C and the connotation is no [...]
The top nineteen reasons why I am considering sleeping with a nineteen you old, purely to distract myself for three weeks:
I am bored.
The Johnny (aka The Teen) provides brilliant writing material. And I am a sucker for stories that start with, “And then [...]
This Saturday, I was supposed to do some community service (not court ordered) and work at the local election. At five o’clock on Friday afternoon, I was invited to go to Sydney to see the Jack Johnson concert.
I voted “no” on Election Day.
I needed to leave the GC. I needed to leave since [...]
last night i went to a house warming for a friend who i went to school with.
she’s about 4 months older than i am and seems to have it all sorted out. she has the doctor boyfriend, the house, the mortgage, the puppy (who’s freakin adorable, but that’s another story) and the pathway towards becoming [...]
When I was a child, I wanted to be Lois Lane when I grew up. Now that I have grown up, I actually kind of feel like her. We both write, have somewhat of a social conscious and terrible taste in men. Like Lois, I am forever trying to get a man of steel to [...]
The number twenty is a popular one. There are often twenty reasons, twenty questions or twenty nothing. It is a solid and even number that in the age of life, explains so much. In literal age, it marks our ascent (descent?) into adulthood.
I have asked, and answered, almost twenty questions about my dating life [...]